This morning when I was making up my bed, Walter got on there before I got the Cat Blanket down. (The Cat Blanket is some sort of cross between an old flannel sheet and a duvet cover that I put over my quilt so that when animals inevitably sleep on my bed, my nice quilt is protected.) For some reason, Walter really likes getting under covers.
It really is a cat under there.
He finally even poked his head out.
I have the weirdest pets.